Gifts from the Past: Apartment 744

     Serenity was woken with knocking at the door. "Oh, dear," Dympna sighed. "What do the police want now?" She climbed out of bed, pulling a robe tight around herself and shuffling towards the door. The light blinded Serenity for a second, and then...
     "Chief Buc?"
     "Oh, great." grumbled Braeden.
     "We have a warrant to search your apartment, Serenity."
     "I, um..." Three men pushed past Serenity at the door and started the search.
     "Don't worry, we already have your medication listed among the stuff they should leave here" Chief Buc said, thinking that was Serenity's only worry. Serenity slid down the wall and curled in on herself.
     "Is there any chance I could get some now?" She asked quietly.
     "You should wait outside while we search." Chief Buc was quiet. Serenity tucked her head on her knees. "I'll see if I can get you some of that medicine."
     Serenity heard him walk away, calling for one of the other officers. Was it Jared? Gareth?
     "Jeremy." Braeden whispered. "Serenity, why don't you pay attention?"
     Chief Buc returned, holding the pill bottle. Serenity eagerly accepted it.
     "That's an... interesting sack you got in that drawer. What's in it?" Chief Buc asked.
     "Some coins my great-grandfather left for me in his will."
     "Drachma." Dympna said. "They're called drachma."
     "All clear, Chief." One of the police officers said.
     "Excellent. Call it in, Jeremy?" The policeman nodded.
     Serenity nodded at Chief Buc, then stood and reentered her apartment. While returning to her bathroom to put the pills away, her gaze fell on the bag of drachma, with the golden embroidery that read Ακριβώς σε περίπτωση. Just in case.
     Serenity couldn't remember her great-grandfather. In fact, he wasn't alive at anytime during her lifetime. But Serenity remembered her mother handing her the bag on her eighteenth birthday, saying that Serenity's great-grandfather, who she had never met before, had left this for her in his will.
     Maybe he's who the crazy came from.
     Running. Running would help. Serenity was awake, anyway. No surprise there. She changed quickly, then left, closing her apartment.
     "That poor old man..." Braeden sighed. Serenity shook her head, dismissing the thought.
     "So close, so close, so close..." She almost missed the door. There was an old man kneeling on the floor, some officers in his apartment. He looked like he could cry, staring at a gun and a flag on his bed as if they were tearing him up on the inside. Then he turned to look at her, and it was almost as if Serenity could feel his mortification and agony.
     Wanting to give the man his privacy, Serenity continued, running out onto the snow-covered streets.